Kane could smell musk, thick and fragrant beneath the coppery slick of blood. He came forward, watching as Sue-Eye expertly moved their bodies together. The bitch was doing something for her, all right. Raven’s paralysis broke; she writhed like she’d been gut-shot, gasping and gripping at the sheets. She opened her eyes suddenly, saw him, and half-raised a hand, reaching for him.

Kane flung her back with a snarling, “No!” but her touch had awakened its own urgency in him. His cock was throbbing, demanding. He fixed Sue-Eye with his burning gaze. “Get her back,” he growled.

Sue-Eye moved like a snake, flipping off to one side and twining her legs acrobatically through Raven’s, then pulling Raven away from the edge of the bed, out of arm’s reach from Kane and the temptation stiffening the front of his pants. She put her hand to Raven’s pussy and drew out the blood-catcher Raven had put there. Sue-Eye began to pump her arm, thrusting a finger as deep as it would go inside her captive. Raven arched back with a cry that was, to Kane’s ears, still mostly misery and confusion, shot through with unwelcome lust. Two fingers. Three.

Sue-Eye glanced back at him, her mouth teasing at Raven’s breast. She slid down Raven’s body, licking and lashing, until she pressed her mouth to shrieking Raven’s clit. Her hand still drove relentlessly in and out of her unwilling mate. Sue-Eye’s thighs spread invitingly, displaying the swollen lips of her own cunt, dappled with oils.

Kane pulled his coverings away and climbed the bed between the knot of their entangled limbs. He stared down at Raven’s face, her pleasure-smoked eyes and silently-working mouth, and pushed himself into the hot sheath of his ichuta’a.

His thrusts pushed Sue-Eye in hard rhythm against Raven’s clit. Watch Raven’s body rock and pitch as he moved was like fucking her himself. And she was cumming, by all appearances against her will, but cumming all the same. He was making her cum, making her feel pleasure when her body demanded only release. Kane fucked harder, hearing Sue-Eye’s grunts and moans with a distracted ear, all his attention on his Raven, keening and tossing beneath him. He reached out and touched her shuddering breast, his gut leaping when she pushed up against his hand. She was thick in Heat. She wanted him. She feared him and probably despised him on some level, more than ever for using the ichuta’a against her, but she wanted him anyway.

Kane snaked his arm around Sue-Eye’s hips, pulling her fast around him, his hips barely moving at all as he ground against her, stroking at that soft place that, in Jotan females anyway, was the crowning seat of all their pleasure. She went wild beneath him, her screams muffled against Raven’s cunt, and then she threw herself savagely against her own captive mate, making Raven thrash violently up off the bed, her eyes wild and white all around.

Kane could feel his end pressing urgently at him, but Raven now, he wasn’t done with Raven. He clenched his mental teeth down on his rutting passions and forced stillness back into his mind. Still with Sue-Eye snug and thrashing under him, he reached down beneath her working jaws and replaced her hand with his. He thrust a finger into Raven’s wet and spastic pussy and she uttered a hot, unhappy sound but thrust back at him, impaling herself with Heat’s uncaring greed.

Kane fucked her with his hand, drawing her out until her eyes glazed with urgent lust, and then pushed a second finger into her, stretching her tight cunt to its limit. She started to cry, but her tears became keening shrieks as Kane began to rapidly move both fingers together, still thrusting and still fucking his ichuta’a, who still sucked and ground against Raven’s clit. “Cum,” he snarled, leaning into her. “Cum right now, Raven, CUM!”

She did, as though his word were all that her overwhelmed body were waiting on. Her climax was painful even to see, a detonation of unwanted pleasure that began with screams and ended ages later with slumping unconsciousness.

Kane smiled and let go with a shuddering groan, flooding his proxy female. He stayed there, smiling down at Raven’s flushed and inanimate face, as his breaths evened out. He withdrew, shoving Sue-Eye forward and away from him and his Raven both. He glanced at his hand, grimaced, and wiped it off on the sheets. “Clean me,” he said wearily, taking his feet.

Shaking hard, Sue-Eye tumbled to her knees on the floor. He felt her sucking and clutching at him, her musk still clogging the air and one of her hands frantically working at her cunt, but he’d had enough and he’d given her plenty. He knocked her away, kicked her when she tried to crawl back to him, and finally dressed.

Raven lay splayed, her body aglow with insensate pleasure. Kane smiled at her, savoring her choppy breaths and the drugged look of satisfaction settled into her flushed face. His Raven.

The other human watched him from the floor, still breathing hard and shined with sweat. Her eyes were narrow, expectant.

“When she wakes up,” Kane said, “get her more tea and meat and let her get cleaned up.”

Sue-Eye nodded.

“Then take her again,” he said, and went back to work.

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Chapter Twenty-One

Steady thumping. Breathy moans. Kane’s name in plaintive whispers.

Raven opened her eyes and saw them. Kane had Sue-Eye up against the wall. He held her thighs, his powerful arms flexing in rhythm with his thrusts. Her hands were digging at his back, kneading at him in catlike pleasure.

She watched. It made her feel…something. Relief, she decided. Maybe Sue-Eye would leave her alone if she got her fill of fucking. Maybe Kane wouldn’t want to oversee the girl-on-girl stuff if he was in and out of Heat all day.

Yesterday had been hell. Sick and cramping and bleeding, and Sue-Eye crawling all over her every time she opened her eyes. The little cabin had been greenhouse-stuffy by late afternoon, but apparently it never got quite hot enough for Kane to go into Heat. He had all kinds of time in which to indulge his lesbian fantasies. Once or twice, he’d joined them, but he’d made it clear that his dick was for Sue-Eye.

Only Sue-Eye.

Raven shifted, tugging the sheet that was her only covering up around her waist. The little sound it made attracted Kane’s eye. He looked back at her, his hips still working smoothly, and then let go one of Sue-Eye’s legs to cover her mouth.

Raven closed her eyes again, drowsing to the now-quiet sounds of them. She already knew she was as good as up. Now that she’d woken, never mind how briefly, she was aware of how badly she needed to clean up. And once she’d showered and changed everything out, the cramps would be set in. At least this would be the last day for that. She was regular as a clock under ordinary circumstances—one day spotting, two days cramping and nauseous, and three days to taper off. If she could get through today, it was smooth sailing.

Kane’s breath began to come in growls. Quiet ones, but enough to make even a doze out of reach. Raven threw the sheet back and sat up.

Kane glanced at her again, long enough to watch her take her feet, and then removed his hand from Sue-Eye’s mouth. Her cries came out with enthusiasm and Kane pulled her thighs up higher and fucked harder, making no more effort to be quiet.

Raven left them to it and went in to shower. Blood swirled down the drain in Hitchcockian clarity. She hated her period. It was disgusting and humiliating and messy at the best of times, but having to have it right out in the open in front of Kane and Sue-Eye made it a million times worse. She wished people could get spayed as easily and cheaply as cats. She’d be the first one in line.